Episode 4

I shift my grip a little, and let my right hand drift lower, down to her hipsterism again. She eagerly spreads her legs wider, and I boo as I mug her coitus with my hand. A quick swipe with my cutlet around her  entrance reveals just how wet she formerly is, wet and ready for me. I gather some of her authorities and run my fritters between her cat lips until I reach her ****. A soft wail escapes her as I circle it, Snappily cutting off when I rather pinch her ***** hard, constantly. Indeed though she tenses over now I know she likes it, as her hips are still pushed towards my hand, not ever bucking down to shirk me. 

 I let go of her again and place another soft kiss onto the side of her neck, a sweet and gratuitous memorial of why I am doing this. Also I lean back and reach for the ropes, snappily getting to work. 

Starting with her wrists, I draw her arms back until her elbows touch and bind them together, using a different rope for her wrists so I can keep them restrained indeed when I undo the other knots. Erica   artificially tilts her torso back more until her knuckles reach the bottom,stabilizing herself so I can move on. A tie in her hair keeps her permanents in check and forces her to hold her head grandly, giving me better access to her succulent body. 

It would have been easier for me to bind her arms at the end as now I've to bobble as I bring the longer rope several times around her torso, back and forth over and below her guts, before I snare her tits and wind further rope tightly around each full globe. Erica  yammers a little at the strange  feeling as she's used to me going for lower restrictive bone thrall typically, but I want her tits sensitive, hankering to be touched. A many further knots and I am done, leaving her tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly. 

I move to her shanks coming and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless that way. A many further 

Circles around her midriff follow, and I bring the last length of rope from above her belly button between her cat lips, and tie it to the midriff ropes in back. I check all the knots, they're tight and the ropes suck into her meat, but for the limited time I am planning to leave them in place that is okay. 

 My focus shifts to the rise and fall of her casket – she's easily agitated, but I decide I need to let her stew a little longer. Rather of reaching for the candles like she presumably expects, I run my fritters 

vocally over her body, her shanks, her stomach, her arms, slightly skimming her guts, while I kiss her 

neck gently. I can feel her body respond, her palpitation picks up, and the calm and serene address leaves  her. She leans further towards me but I stay out of her reach, just near enough so she can feel my body heat, but I do not allow her to touch me. Yet

The soft caresses and kisses drive her wild, and when I run my fritters down the crotch rope, they come down soaked. I'd say she's ready to step up the pace. 

 Erica 's eyes open completely as she feels me withdraw, and her breath leaves in a loud rush as she watches me pick up the first candle. I have tested them ahead, until I come really close to her body I can not really hurt her with the wax, nothing she can not take. I still direct a most wicked grin at her that makes her 

 shiver, also bring my free hand around her hips to make sure that she can not buck down too important and  destroy my end.

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